Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 18:41:17 -0700
From: Ryan Miller
Subject: Powers of Persuasion Ch. 1
This is a story full of gay erotica. If you don't want to or are not
allowed to read this, then don't. But feel free to tell me what you think
at blue98custom@gmail.com. You can also see my other stories at
groups.myspace.com/jamesnkyle. I welcome any and all critics, but will
completely ignore anyone who just wants to bitch or hit on me. I know
it's not all of you, but enough of you to bug me.
Powers of Persuasion
Ch. 1
He took in a deep breath and said, "I think I'm ready to cum."
I took hold of his ass, a cheek in each hand, and thrust his cock as far
down my throat as it would go. Moments later, he grabbed the back of my
head and I could feel his cock throb as pulse after pulse of cum shot
down my throat.
That had always been my favorite part of giving head. I loved the feel of
a nice cock down my throat and having a cute boy squirming in my arms,
but nothing measured up to the point when his body went rigid and he shot
his load. It was wonderful for me because a hottie had just cum more than
he ever had before, and it was all my doing.
And before I get too far ahead of myself, my name is Richard, but
everyone calls me Richie. I'm 20 years old and look, sound and act like
your typical boy scout-esque guy, except that I am an avid cock hound
underneath. The cock I am currently nursing belongs to a cute jock named
Jon. He is a counselor at the camp I work at and seducing him was easy. I
usually like to toy with boys, but I wanted cock really bad (especially
his) so I threw caution to the wind and walked into the shower stall he
was in. He was surprised at first but made no attempt to get rid of me. I
grabbed his cock and he asked if I would suck him (as if I was his whore
or something, which I was more than willing to be). So I did, and the
rest is history.
I stood up and licked the dribbling cum that was in the corner of my
mouth. He looked at me with a red and very contented face and said, "That
was really hot!"
"I aim to please," I said.
He stood there, kind of awkward-looking and I knew what was on his mind.
He had told me before that he had never been blown by a guy before and
that his girlfriend hates to suck him, and apparently he really liked
what I had done to him. Now, like all the others, he wasn't sure what to
do next.
"So, you think we should head back to our cabins?" I asked.
"Uh, I guess," he said. "You, uh, you didn't want me to suck you off, did
you?"
I looked down and noticed that I still had a raging boner.
"You don't have to," I said. "I can take care of it later."
"Ok," he said. I couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed. "If,
umm, if you ever wanted to get together and do that again, I-I'd be cool
with that."
"It would be cool," I said. "But camp starts tomorrow and we will both be
swamped with kids."
"Yeah, but after camp?"
"We live on opposite ends of the state. You have a really nice cock and
you're pretty hot, but not that hot."
I could tell I had hurt his feelings with that last comment.
"Sorry," he said. "It's just, that felt really good. And I didn't even
have to take you out for a drink or anything."
I laughed at his joke and said, "I know, It was a lot of fun, but not
something to make a habit of."
"I guess," he said, sounding very disappointed.
I kind of felt sorry for him. I had just given him a killer blowjob and
then said that is was the last he would get out of me. I looked at his
dick and see that it was kind of hard again. Without a word, I got down
on my knees and took his dick back in my mouth. He moaned and said, "By
the way, thanks. That was the best blowjob I'd ever had."
"Pleasure's all mine," I said and sucked his cock back down my throat.
That typically describes all my sexual experiences. I love to suck cock
and to seduce hot boys into letting me inside their pants. I love to go
after straight boys, mostly for the sport. But I have sucked gay guys as
well. Gay guys are more fun to suck because they get into it. It's fun to
suck a straight guy, but they usually are all tense about it and it's not
as fun as it could be.
Anyway, I have gone through many boys and have a few "regulars" that I
like to service. I usually suck cock at the camps I work at. There's
nothing like seducing a fellow councilor or a dish boy. The camp I work
at is called Camp Stoneview. It is a seasonal camp and hosts kids from
kindergarten to high school. I went there as a kid with my best friend,
Terry, and now we both work there during the summer. We are currently
getting ready for the next high school camp. We usually are cabin leaders
together. And (since I know most of you are wondering) no, he is not one
of my regulars. I have never nor have I wanted to suck off Terry. He
isn't unappealing or anything, I just don't want to think of my best
friend that way.
"It's past midnight," said Terry, as I walked back into our cabin. "Who
were you with this time?"
"Jon, from the Moose Cabin," I said nonchalantly. "They should have put
him in the Horse Cabin."
"Oh my god!" he said. "You went after Jon? His girlfriend works in the
kitchen!"
"I know," I said. "And apparently she doesn't know what she's doing. Jon
said he is tired of having to put up with her. And he said I gave him the
best blowjob ever."
"Dude, I don't need all those mental mages," he said. "You like cock, but
the only one I like is my own."
"It's a shame," I said. "You're missing out on a lot of fun."
"I really don't think I am. So who will it be tomorrow? That soccer guy
from Frog Cabin?"
"What? No! I guess it's a good thing you're not gay because you have
terrible taste in men."
"Whatever, dude. I'm going to sleep."
Terry had known I was gay as long as I had known it myself and had always
been cool with it (probably because I have never taken an interest in
him). And he knew I was a cocksucker, and he liked to give me crap about
it. But the funny part was that, as he would be ribbing me, he would
conjure the most homoerotic images in his head and creep himself out.
But in response to his question, I had been thinking a lot about the
bulge in the pants of the new cook I saw every morning serving eggs. He
was a cute blonde and had plenty of muscle on him. I had no idea what
orientation he was, but little did I care.
I laid on top of my sleeping bag and pulled out the boner I had worked up
while blowing Jon.
"Try not to make a ton of noise this time," said Terry, apparently still
not asleep.
I ignored him and pumped my cock while thinking about Chris, one of the
guy back home I like to suck off. He has a really long dick that's not
too think, so it's perfect for deepthroating. And he loves to let me suck
him. I'll go over to his house and he'll be playing Halo or something and
I'll just go over and unzip his pants and start sucking without him
having to ask. And he just keeps playing. Remembering what it was like to
have his cock in my mouth was enough to send me over the edge and I shot
my cum all over my chest. I still had my shirt on, so I pulled it off,
threw it in a dirty clothes pile and went to sleep.
To be continued...